A/N: This AU so some events may differ from the actual show, basically in this AU Brendan and Eileen's daughter Niamh never died and she takes more after her dad. Right this first chapter starts at the beginning of December 2010, was debating about whether or not to put this up so decided too. Done in the third person but centred on Niamh's thoughts and feelings. Some names of places have been made up. Enjoy.

Niamh usually woke up early it was something she always did, she blamed it on her messed up body clock, it's like her body was like set to wake up at six every morning and since she had started her "job" she needed to be up early. She had at been at this job a few months and boy did she enjoy it, she was a drug dealer. Oh course some people may find her job wrong and it is pretty much illegal but Niamh loved the thrill of it at sixteen she needed that kind of thrill in her life. Her family except one didn't know about her job her mum Eileen would freak out if she found out, Declan would try and lecture her and assert his man of the house routine even though he was two years younger than her and Padraig wouldn't understand what it meant. Her dad Brendan knew to an extent he had told her not to do the dangerous ones. She of course ignored this because she enjoyed the danger; she loved the action and the suspense. She was absolutely bonkers.

On this particular morning she woke and got dressed she shoved on her skinny jeans, her log sleeve top and a hoody. Her work phone buzzed and she grabbed it of her chest of draws. It was the guy that sent her to the places and supplied them he was the guy in charge his name was Patrick. The text read "Got you a job in England will give you the ferry ticket when you get here for your briefing, bring you passport" Niamh read through the text and smiled. She stuffed her personal phone and work in phone in to her pockets. She then grabbed her bag and swung it on to her back, she went in to the bathroom she looked in the mirror and got her brown hair in to a neat ponytail and then snuck out the house like she did most mornings.

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She walked in to Patrick's house without knocking and went in to his living room. Patrick was sat in there on the floor surrounded by packets of heroin and cocaine. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Niamh always a pleasure to see you" said Patrick he stood up and grabbed one of the bags and put it in Niamh's hand. She got the bag of her back and put the bag of drug in the bag. "The guy you're delivering to wants you to deliver to this address, so you can get their easily, here's your ticket and here is some money for taxis, food and the ferry home, be back by tonight, with the money, understand" Niamh nodded at him.
"Understood, I'll go book my taxi" said Niamh she took the money from out of Patricks hand and the ticket and the piece of paper of paper with the address on and at that she walked of and in to his kitchen. She booked her taxi then leant on the sink. She read the address it was an industrial estate, she loved this all the suspense and mystery of where she was going and it made her feel more excited that it was in England. Patrick came in to the kitchen and looked at her.
"I forgot to mention he is a tough guy" said Patrick
"You know me Patrick, it's nothing I can't handle" said Niamh. He smiled at her.

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Niamh was getting of the ferry feeling a bit queasy it had been a rough sea but it had been an easy and good journey nobody bothered her while she kept her hood up probably people thought she was a yob, nobody searched her on her way in on to the ferry which surprised her shows how well England was secure, anyone could come over and nobody would bat an eyelid. This made her laugh to herself. She went through the crowd of people and flagged down the nearest taxi and got in the back taking her bag of her back and clutching it to her.
"Where to love" asked the taxi. Niamh got the piece of paper out her pocket and looked at it again.
"Markwell industrial estate" said Niamh politely taking her hood down.
"Is that the one just outside of Blacon? Near Chester?" asked the taxi driver.
"Yes there, thank you" said Niamh she sat back in her chair and read the names of the guy she was delivering to "Mr D Houston". She wondered why they hadn't got some of someone in England why send for it all the way from Ireland. She weren't complaining it meant she was getting paid and an adventure out of it. She sat silently in the taxi for a while looking at the fields and the scenery. The taxi driver drove them in to the industrial estate and stopped.
"That'll £20 please" said the driver, she gave him the money and got out the car. The taxi drove away and she stood there putting her hood up and her bag back on her back. She then walked in the building. It looked disused like no one had there in years. She stood there her heart pumping with excitement and nerves she always got like this when she was delivering the drugs because the whole the thing was so bad and illegal it gave her thrill. She was mental everyone always told her that or they would tell she was too much like Brendan. She always took that as compliment she always had. It meant she were strong and not weak. She wished he had stuck around in Ireland or at least took her with him but he left and she hadn't seen him in about 4 months.

A guy came in the door opposite her and stood there looking at her.
"Am I right to believe I am addressing Mr D Houston" said Niamh loudly making her voice echo around the room.
"Yes I am Danny Houston, am I at a pleasure to find out your name" said Danny coming closer to her in a forced sweet voice which put her hair on the back of her neck stand up.
"You don't need to know my name, I got your drugs, give me the money first" said Niamh. Danny started laughing a cold laugh.
"I don't think so love, you see, I don't do deals with nameless people, bad for my image" said Danny. Niamh scoffed at what he said about his image.
"Don't call me love, my name is Niamh Brady, now are we doing this deal, I've got things to do today" said Niamh getting impatient with the situation. He was eyeing her up and down smirking.
"Oh this is fantastic!" said Danny, he walked closer to her.

TBC